Dear thoughts are in my mind, and my soul soars enchanted As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day For a tender beaming smile to my hope has been granted, And tomorrow she shall hear all my fond heart would say. I shall tell her all my love, all my soul's adoration, And I think she will [hear]1 and will not say me nay. It is this that gives my soul all its joyous elation, As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day.
Three duets
Song Cycle by Robert James Berkeley Fleming (1921 - 1976)
1. The lark in the clear air  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Samuel Ferguson, Sir (1810 - 1886)
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Die Lerche in der klaren Luft", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
1 Fleming: "hear me"
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2. The night  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them That chaunt the dead day's requiem Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, Soft lullaby. Let them that guard the hornèd moon By my bedside their memories croon. So shall I have new dreams and blest In my brief rest. Fold your great wings about my face, Hide dawning from my resting-place, And cheat me with your false delight, Most Holy Night.
Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), "The night", appears in Verses and Sonnets, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. A great big sea  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
A great big sea hove in Long Beach, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; A great big sea hove in Long Beach, And Granny Snooks she lost her speech. To me right fol-didy fol-dee. A great big sea hove in the harbour, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; A great big sea hove in the harbour, And hove right up to Keough's parlour. To me right fol-didy fol-dee. Oh, mother dear, I wants a sack, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; Oh, mother dear, I wants a sack, With beads and buttons down the back. To me right fol-didy fol-dee. Me boot is broke, me frock is tore, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; Me boot is broke, me frock is tore, But Georgie Snooks I do adore. To me right fol-didy fol-dee. Oh, fish is low and flour is high, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; Oh, fish is low and flour is high, So Georgie Snooks he can't have I. To me right fol-didy fol-dee. But he will have me in the fall, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; If he don't I'll hoist my sail, And say goodbye to old Canaille. To me right fol-didy fol-dee.
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
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